Oh how I long to wander
Over hills, fell and dale
This way that and yonder
Over valley, dell and vale
To hear the distant thunder
Feel wind and rain and hail
And find myself laid under
The sun a mast and sail
To joy in aimless blunder
Down pathway, track and trail
And have the time to plunder
Each days fable, myth and tale
These things I often ponder
While pale and stale in jail
And let no man put asunder
For soon I will prevail
(c) varey 2013
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